Her thirst for vengeance
“No, Alison. How dare you. You think standing here behind a man makes you important? All I see is desperation. You’re jobless, useless, and hiding under a my stolen shadow as Mrs stone. Meanwhile, I built a career. I made a name. And I did it without dragging anyone down.”
"So what?!" Alison’s voice cracked as she shouted, “You’re nothing but a washed-up—”
“Enough!” Lincoln barked, stepping between us. His eyes flashed with that old fire, the kind that once made me both furious and weak. “Both of you—stop it.”
I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel again. “I don’t have time for this circus.”
But before I could take a step, his hand caught me again. Stronger this time.